Quotes About Celebration

To celebrate the inner presence of God . . . is to become grateful for every moment of life. Every mundane and every juicy moment is sacred because God is alive in us . .

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What to wear? I could think of no guidelines on what we were wearing this season to a party forced on you to celebrate an unwanted engagement that might turn into a violent confrontation with a vengeful maniac. Clearly brown shoes were out, but beyond that nothing really seemed de rigueur.

The power of momentum: steady wins the race. The power of completion: clear out your undones and incompletes. The power of reflection: facing the man or woman in the mirror. The power of celebration: catch yourself doing something right.

En esos días aún creíamos en la noche sobresaltada de cantos y en el despertar gozoso del regreso.

La gente deambulaba por la plaza, hechizada por el recuerdo olvidado de la fiesta; de ese olvido provenía la tristeza de esos días. "Algún día recordaremos, recordaremos

Y el «Jarabe» llenó las copas de los arboles, avanzó alegre por el corredor y subió por los aires hasta el cielo.

If life is not a celebration, why remember it ? If life --- mine or that of my fellow man --- is not an offering to the other, what are we doing on this earth?

With this in mind, Ava tells herself to be present and celebrate the holiday instead of wishing it was over. After all, one is given only a certain number of Christmases in one's life.

And maybe, just maybe, this summer will end up being one that people write songs about.

I am convinced that we as adults must constantly cling to, affirm, and celebrate with our children those things we love, sunsets, laughter, the taste of a good meal, the warmth of a hickory fire shared by real friends, the joy of discovery and accomplishment, the constant surprises of life.

When I die, I would like Easter hymns sung at my funeral because they are so joyful. They're hopeful. They reflect our belief in the resurrection of the dead.

A wedding is a celebration of marriage, of an institution ordained by God at the creation of man, to be entered into with solemnity as well as with joy.

grieving, when we miss our loved ones even more than usual. How can you celebrate togetherness when there is none? When you have lost someone special, your world loses its celebratory qualities. Holidays only magnify the loss. The sadness feels sadder and the loneliness goes deeper. The need for support may be the greatest during the holidays. Nevertheless

The LORD has done it this very day; let us rejoice today and be glad.

I lose count of how many bottles of Sardinian wine we drink before Deborah introduces to the table the suggestion that we follow a nice American custom here tonight by joining hands-and each in turn-saying what we are most grateful for. In three languages, then, this montage of gratitude comes forth, one testimony at a time.

She did a little soul-searching, the way one does on the big birthdays. She asked herself when was the last time she'd felt truly light, joyous, and—yes—creative in her own skin. To her shock, she realized that it had been decades since she'd felt that way.

What you absolutely must not do is turn around and walk out. Otherwise, you will miss the party, and that would be a pity, because—please believe me—we did not come all this great distance, and make all this great effort, only to miss the party at the last moment.

We are fiddle, fork, and spoon, We are dancing with the moon, If you'd like to steal a kiss from us, You'd better steal one soon!

There's another wonderful Italian expression: l'arte d'arrangiarsi-the art of making something out of nothing. The art of turning a few simple ingredients into a feast,or a few gathered friends into a festival. Anyone with a talent of happiness can do this, not only the rich.

Opening up space for ourselves is a life-affirming act, a sacred act. I believe we must all be allowed to affirm and open our own lives, in celebration of the miracle of our existence. I do not believe we were put here on Earth to feel sick and weary and sad forever. I do not believe we were put here to grow old when we are still young. This

gallimaufry of ices and trifles and toasts, supervised

I finally said, "Tutti, where did you learn to speak such good English?" "From a book!" she proclaimed. "I think you are a very clever girl," I informed her. "Thank you!" she said, and did a spontaneous little happy dance. "You are a very clever girl, too!

Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we report to work.